I have become a fan of this author. I read Amaranth (Book 1) at the beginning of this year and was hooked. I just finished The Gate (Book 2) and I must say my commute the last few days have been pleasant because of it.

Cam is by far one of the best characters I have read. She is feisty yet soft, brave yet scared. From the start you feel as though you are going through her days with her. These books have it all, a buffet of emotions. Hate - Love, Trust - betrayal, Greed - Generosity and much, much more.

I am a fan of vampire books and I just love it when an author puts a different spin to it. You get witches, humans, vampires and more.

Sit back, grab these books and strap in for a hell of a ride. You won't stay in one dimension for too long.

Get your read on and get it with Rachael Wade's Resistance Trilogy! Bloody well written!

August 06, 2012

As I stood there in the vestibule of a train that was not moving, I look at my watch. The train should leave in 2 minutes and if I run once at the Junction stop, I will make my train and get home before 7:30pm. I smiled.

Let's get personal
I had cramps, a migraine and I am sure I am not over the cold or virus that took over my body last week. The tuna sandwich I had for lunch which I am sure was from last Wednesday was kicking my ass. 'Please God, get me home.'

It'a raining bodies
As if the skies opened and dropped people on the platform, swarms of humans boarded an already packed train. I was one body away from the door when a small woman squeezed in followed by 3 men. The doors closed, I wondered what those 3 men close enough to make a human sandwich were thinking.

It's it hot in here or is it me
10 minutes later in a train that had not moved I was feeling the sweat pouring down my face, the handkerchief I used to wipe it was already drenched. The train was off therefore there was no a/c and no air circulation, the man in front of me kept breathing mouth opened, the foul stench convincing me the animal he ate was still alive in his stomach.

It begins...humanity at it's worst
The small women now to my close left was picking her nose with vigor. The 3 menwich were fidgeting which in turn was making them upset due to all the touching it caused. 5 more minutes passed, train still in place and the overhead announcement about a door not closing and demanding passengers not to hold the door open was heard. A minute later my phone buzzed, an alert that the very train I was on was late due to 'a disabled train ahead'. LIE. I read the LIE and just said out loud LIE!!!

My dear friend... Panic
I began to feel the panic attack coming. I focused on the 3 men, however the dry humping was just beginning to show signs of anger. The woman was still digging and no matter how much I tried not to think about it, I couldn't help but wonder if she found something - what would she do with it? I would just go Rambo on her ass if she thought to fling it.

Slow insanity
Man 1 of 3 told the one whose ass was rubbing his to stop moving, Man 2 huffed, Man 3 asked if Man 2 would stop moving. I feared a full blown man rape was going to happen. But just between us I feared the potential flying booger more. Not far away you could others beginning to argue, the tension was rising with the heat.

Another announcement packed with lies stating the train would move once all doors were closed. I thought to myself, why couldn't this door be open, I would jump out pushing the menwich out of my way, screaming HOSTAGE NO MORE. But life is not so kind, that damn door was closed tight.

In the far back of the adjoining vestibule, which was just as packed, you could hear a woman's angry voice 'stop getting so close!'. I thought to myself, what does she want? For the person to do a full blown spider man and climb to the ceiling?

Sardines or humans?
Why do people jam themselves into these trains? Where are the boundaries? These stations cut back trains, staff and scheduling and don't realize they are festering a pot of violence. A violence we are charged a premium for.

Drowning in ones own sweat
As the sweat pooled down my back and I could feel my lashes melt, I heard a small voice. A man somewhere in the midst of bodies...'I'm going to get sick'. I know I should have just hummed, prayed or just died, but I didn't. Instead I heard my own betraying voice 'SO HELP ME IF ANYONE THROWS UP I WILL GET APE SHIT IN HERE'.

Mercy
Nose-picker lady was trying so hard to move away, but where could she go? It was a full 41 minutes later when the train began to move and a couple of minutes into speed that air could be felt, cool air at that. There was a silence that removed time. All of a sudden the doors opened and people, I included rushed out. Some ran to connecting trains that were no longer there, others in a daze looked around for stairs that were where they always stood. A few just stood there... breathing. I leaned against a wall and chose that moment to pray.....'Lord, whatever I did... I atone. I am so sorry. This four year purgatory must end. Have MERCY. Have MERCY.'

I walked the walk to my connecting train that had left. I sat and waited for the next which would take a while and in a daze I eventually got home.

I want back in the womb!
A full hour later in a fetal position still cold and wet from the freezing shower I jumped into once I got home, I thought to myself... maybe there isn't a hell, maybe this IS hell and we must work our way out.